Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

879 Confession
Yuan Ming walked out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He glanced at the two people who were whispering and felt depressed.

He had good hearing, but the voice that Chris thought she had lowered still penetrated into his ears.

"Yuan Ming...has some terminal illness?"

Absolutely your sister's disease!

Yuan Ming finally understood why Chris had been looking at him with that worried look yesterday.

He wants to cry now, but he really doesn't even know how to explain it.

Yuan Ming could only convince himself that he didn't hear it, pretended he didn't hear it...

I don't know if Zhang Meng's words played a role. Chris stopped looking at Yuan Ming with strange eyes, because she... didn't look at Yuan Ming anymore. The nonsense chapters form a sharp contrast.
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After the last exam was over, Yuan Ming stood at the door of the classroom and stretched.

It's finally over!
Suddenly a heavy object hit his back, and Yuan Ming almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Ming staggered two steps forward, steadied his body and turned around to see Zhang Meng's zombie-like expression and steps.

"Are you... still alive?" Yuan Ming's mouth twitched.

Zhang Meng nodded slowly: "I still have breath."

The past half month has tortured Zhang Meng a lot. It is not an exaggeration to say that he couldn't even bring up the thought of looking at Chris again.

Zhang Meng leaned against the wall of the corridor slowly, unwilling to even raise his hand: "Wait for me slowly, wait for me..."

Yuan Ming laughed out loud, and was about to continue complaining about him when his phone vibrated suddenly.

When Yuan Ming saw the caller, he couldn't help sighing, winked at Zhang Fang, and then walked out of the teaching building to answer the call.

Right now, just after the exam, there are quite a few students on the road, and most of their faces are filled with smiles, which is the ease and ease after the exam.

Yuan Ming walked behind a tree and answered the phone: "Brother Jia."

"I'm in London." Luo Jia said bluntly, "Bring Zhang Meng to see me tomorrow."

"Huh? What happened?" Yuan Ming frowned lightly. He hadn't received any information from the imperial capital for several days. Of course, it was about Zhang Meng.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Jia chose to tell him frankly: "According to the information monitored by Jiang Qingyu, we captured two Gante killers with heavy weapons."

"It's... Zhang Bang?" Yuan Ming looked at the teaching building in disbelief. In the corridor, Zhang Bang was still leaning against the wall, looking extremely tired.

"Yes." Luo Jia responded, repeating the original words, "Bring him to see me tomorrow."

"..." Yuan Ming felt his throat was very dry, he was silent, unable to speak a word.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt his mind was blank.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but felt unnecessary.

He grew up with Jiang Qingyu, and he knew Jiang Qingyu well. If he had learned the news from other sources, he would not be able to place the blame on Zhang Meng.

He He……

At this moment, Yuan Ming smiled bitterly.

Family, country, responsibility, morality.

friend.

They are now on opposite sides.

He knew exactly what Zhang Meng would face after tomorrow.

Jail and endless interrogations, and maybe one more bullet when the dust settles.

"Hey! Yuan Ming!"

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Yuan Ming straightened his expression in an instant and turned around, meeting a pair of sapphire-like eyes.

Chris looked at him with a smile: "The exam is over, let's go relax!"

"Okay." Yuan Ming nodded, and looked at Zhang Meng again.

He finally leaned on the wall and started to walk outside.

For a moment, Yuan Ming even hoped that Zhang Bang would faint on the spot due to overwork recently, and then find out some kind of brain damage caused by memory loss, a disease that only exists in Korean dramas.

It's just that this was just his thinking. The moment Zhang Fang left the teaching building, he was resurrected on the spot full of blood and demons. He was so excited that he almost threw his schoolbag into the sky.

It was rare for the three of them to gather together for a meal. When it was almost finished, when Chris went to touch up her makeup, Zhang Meng immediately pulled Yuan Ming and winked at him: "Old Yuan, don't come back later! Let's go to the bar! Brother needs to drink some wine to strengthen his courage today!"

Yuan Ming's eyes were a bit complicated: "Are you going to confess your love today?"

Zhang Meng nodded sharply: "Yes! You are not allowed to be the first!"

Yuan Ming smiled wryly and shook his head. Now...how could he have such thoughts?
"Don't worry, but... are you going to London with me tomorrow? My sister wants to buy too many things, and I can't carry them by myself." After saying this, Yuan Ming only felt the pain in the root of his tongue.

Don't promise, don't promise...

Some reactionary thoughts began to arise in his heart.

"Okay, no problem! Brother Baobuqi is bringing his sister to go with you!" Zhang Meng smiled and winked at Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming could only smile, and took out his wallet to pay the bill.

confession?

pretty good.

At least... no regrets.

The small bar near the school was full of people, and this was probably the busiest day for this bar in half a year.

The three sat around a small round table, chatting and drinking.

No one talks about emotional issues.

No one talks about spoilers.

No one... showed the pain in their eyes.

This night, the three of them drank a lot, and it was already early morning when they walked out of the bar.

With his left hand, Yuan Ming supported Zhang Meng, whose footsteps were flimsy, and with his right hand, he pinched Chris's wrist.

"Hey," Chris stopped when she left the bar. She looked at Yuan Ming and smirked, "I'm going back to London today. Goodbye is next semester. Don't miss me too much!"

"Are you leaving today?" Yuan Ming frowned slightly, and looked worriedly at Zhang Meng, who was obviously drunk.

Chris nodded, and raised the mobile phone in his hand to him: "The driver is here to pick me up, you go back first, he will be there soon."

Yuan Ming shook his head helplessly: "I...we will wait with you."

How could he have left Chris here by herself?

There are countless drunkards in this place now... Well, for example, the one next to me.

Just as Yuan Ming was thinking about it, Zhang Fang suddenly broke away from Yuan Ming's support, and rushed towards Chris, holding her hand with both hands, and recited aloud: "Ah! The furthest distance! Not life and death! But! I stand in front of you! You don't know I love you!"

His voice was so loud that it even overwhelmed the playing and singing of the band in the bar.

Yuan Ming covered his head, Emma, ​​why did he suddenly want to knock this guy out? !
Chris was stunned, she stared blankly at Zhang Fang, shook her head and wanted to withdraw her hand, but his hand was tightly held by him, and she couldn't break free at all.

Her struggle did not disappoint the excited Zhang Meng, he continued to say loudly——

(End of this chapter)